Once again, she was in her dream, by the Beach, the usual place.
She felt a hand over her stomach, her gown and the leather glove he had on, the only obstruction for his touch.
She gulped, fighting that farmilar warm feeling that was already strangely taking over her.
This time around she wasn't here for pleasure. She had questions and she needed answers. If she wasn't given, then she had it in mind to take it.
"You are always leaving hurriedly from me. Do I not please you?" he asked, referring to all the moments she had disappeared on him.
"You do. You are my dream, pleasing me is what you do." She said more to herself than to him.
He hummed, pushing her hair up so that he trailed kisses to the back of her neck.
She shivered, from his touch, his kisses, his everything.
He dangled a blindfold in front of her.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
The sharp edges of the broken ceramic grazed lightly against the inside of her palm as her grip tightened around it, her eyes on the dangling blindfold.
Did she?
"Why won't you let me see your face?"
"I can't."
"It is not like as I'll see your face anyway. You have a mask, a golden mask."
There was silence, not total silence though. She could hear the gentle clashing of the wave, the silent humming as the sea washed off the shore.
"It goes against the rules of this world that we are in."
"What world are we in?"
"Your dream," his voice sounded closer, like he was trying to imprint the words in her brain forever. "Your safe space."
"Who makes these rules?"
"Questioms, questions, questions."
He dangled the blindfold in front of her once again, one hand around her neck in a slight chokehold, his lips grazing the tip of her right ear.
"Do you trust me?"
"I was thinking we'd be able to talk?" She asked, fighting the tingling feeling that was quickly spreading through her veins, almost making her surrender.
Why was this so hard? It never felt like this before.
"Talk?" He said curtly like the word was foreign and held no meaning to him.
"You don't want that?"
"What does it matter what I want?" His hand dropped from her neck and she felt him step back.
His warmth, disappearing along with him.
She felt like pulling him right back, she missed him already.
"Are you real?"
There was that uncomfortable silence between them again, the one that was filled by the clashing of the waves some distance in front of them.
"Do you want me to be?"
"I--I... I don't know," she said shaking her head and blinking before she stopped, breathing lightly. "I don't think it matters what I want. Are you real? The King sneaking into my dreams and...." her voice trailed off, the rest of the words only lingering in her brain.
Doing all these to me.
"Is any of this real? Any one at all?"
"Do you want it to be?"
"What if I do?"
"Then believe it is."
Her heart jumped with fear and words rushed out of her mouth.
"And if I don't? If I don't want it to be real?"
"Then don't believe it."
"You are not really giving me an answer," she chuckled nervously.
"You are the only one with answers and I can't give what I don't have."
"If I had answers, I wouldn't be asking you," the confusion was starting to make her feel angry and frustrated. She felt like she was being toyed with and not in a good way.
"But you would if you had them but didn't know you had them."
Arrgh!
Forget it. It was time for her to find those answers herself.
"Blindfold me," she commanded and his response was instant.
He wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, casting her into darkness.
Then she felt him pushing her back gently to the ground, instead of feeling the beach sand though, her back was against a smooth blanket. Suddenly she could hear birds chirping and feel warm sunlight against her skin. Still she could hear the beach.
The sunlight against her skin was delightful but what was warmer was his breath against her inner thigh.
She pulled away instinctively and he pulled her right back.
She didn't even know when he had spread her legs and he was lying in-between them.
His rough leather grazed against her skin and she wriggled at the contact, attempting to pull away again.
"Be still," he commanded.
"I can't," she said, her breath a little shaky. She knew quite a number of things about intimacy, mostly from reading books, but whatever he was doing right now wasn't something she knew or had read about before.
"Do you trust me?"
That question again. It got harder and harder to give an answer to it each time he asked.
"May I hold your hand?"
"Of course."
But he hadn't just streched his hand to her, instead he sneaked his hand underneath her dress, making the farmilar fire ignite once again, the unsatisfied urge rushing back in, demanding to be attended to.
The fact that she was blindfolded made her feel every single touch, every sensation heightened.
It was maddening.
Her hand held his.
"You are safe with me, Nightshade. He said against her inner thigh, trailing kisses, higher and higher.
"I won't hurt you."
He placed little bites here and there and she moaned in pain and pleasure holding his hand tighter.
Too much.
He always made her feel too much in her dreams, so much that it made her brain dizzy with pleasure, her logical senses lost.
Every time, he introduced her to newer pleasures.
Pleasures that were absolutely devouring.
Consuming.
The ceramic slipped out of her hand. She didn't even try to reach for it again, instead she held his hand quickly, the pleasure surging through her veins, her legs circling around him, trying to pull him closer to that part of her body that begged to be touched the most.
Instincts guiding her all the way.
She felt his hand tug at her panties by her waist, pulling it slowly.
"You are more important to me than you think."
Those words!
They awakened her thirst for answers and her eyelids tore open to pitch darkness.
Despite the pleasure that was filling her brain and turning her to mush, she started searching for the ceramic piece.
She found it quickly.
"More important than anything in the world, Nightshade."
He said again, his words unknowingly giving her the needed strength to fight against her weakness and seek her answers even more.
She yanked the ceramic piece over the back of his hand, scratching right through his glove, down to his skin, drawing blood, bumping her hand against her lips too as a result, leaving her to bleed.
He yanked his hand away from her immediately, pulling completely away from her. She stood up, staggering back away from him too.
"Nightshade!" He growled, a beastly sound resonating from deep within his chest.
All the pleasure she felt immediately disappeared, replaced with fear.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" He sounded even more beastly now and fear gripped her.
Totally.